There's no doubt, I'm really rattled and preoccupied. On Thursday, my
dear friend, Werner Zucher, a forensic toxicologist from Switzerland,
arrived to spend a couple of nights with me before heading to the
Marriott Marquis in San Francisco to attend a conference, after which he
will return to spend the weekend at my house. On our way home from
te airport, we stopped at Costco to stock up on necessary provision like
beer, wine, Brie and other cheeses and a few other essentials.
Later, I realized, I no longer had my wallet in my possession. A frantic
search didn't turn it up so I began the most annoying task of cancelling
credit cards, going to the bank to replace my ATM card and, Monday,
I have to get a new driver's license and senior ID. I have about ten other
things I must do related to that, as well, all at a time when minutes are at
a premium!
Jo Olivieri, Poetic Shutterbug, and I spent all day yesterday involved in
my "estate sale" - even my wonderful son, Jeremy, came over to over
security and support. Sadly, there was a very poor turn out and we only
made a hundred dollars. At least, I had good company. We went through
my dad's military foot locker which I hadn't opened in about twenty years
and found some of my high school and early nursing school scrapbooks!
What funny things I saved!
Here's a picture taken in 1968 on my way back to New Orleans from my
home in Columbus, Georgia. My girlfriend and I had stopped to eat at
a rest hour and I was leaning into the car to get the sandwiches! Oh, how
I wish my gluteus maximus was still this size!
dear friend, Werner Zucher, a forensic toxicologist from Switzerland,
arrived to spend a couple of nights with me before heading to the
Marriott Marquis in San Francisco to attend a conference, after which he
will return to spend the weekend at my house. On our way home from
te airport, we stopped at Costco to stock up on necessary provision like
beer, wine, Brie and other cheeses and a few other essentials.
Later, I realized, I no longer had my wallet in my possession. A frantic
search didn't turn it up so I began the most annoying task of cancelling
credit cards, going to the bank to replace my ATM card and, Monday,
I have to get a new driver's license and senior ID. I have about ten other
things I must do related to that, as well, all at a time when minutes are at
a premium!
Jo Olivieri, Poetic Shutterbug, and I spent all day yesterday involved in
my "estate sale" - even my wonderful son, Jeremy, came over to over
security and support. Sadly, there was a very poor turn out and we only
made a hundred dollars. At least, I had good company. We went through
my dad's military foot locker which I hadn't opened in about twenty years
and found some of my high school and early nursing school scrapbooks!
What funny things I saved!
Here's a picture taken in 1968 on my way back to New Orleans from my
home in Columbus, Georgia. My girlfriend and I had stopped to eat at
a rest hour and I was leaning into the car to get the sandwiches! Oh, how
I wish my gluteus maximus was still this size!
My son, Jeremy, almost took one of Werner's Swiss gifts away from me -
24 four bars of luscious Swiss milk chocolate, one box plain, the other
with hazelnuts. "Just what you need", he commented. I told him I
would give him have and eat one little square a day, ONLY.
We are going to hold the second day of the estate sale today and, hopefully,
the turnout will be better. My goal was to earn enough for a new laptop
as this one is not going to survive much longer and I need to be able to
post from India.
I am so far behind in making the deadline of getting out of this house by Oct
15. Forgive my slow repsponse to posts and reading and replying to your
blogs. I love you and will be back to normal once I can.
